Scaramouche X Aether Novels & Stories

The Queen nodded in satisfaction and stepped aside, revealing a Prince who never ceases to take my breath away. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stand erect with my chin raised proudly, then I looked into his honeysuckle eyes, and swallowed. “I, River Scarrow, reject you, Densmore Rutherford, as my mate.” Immediately I stated that I felt a different type of heat. One that felt destructive and surgical. “Do you accept?” I muttered. The entire hall went silent again as all eyes turned to Densmore. His deep sunken eyes seemed to hold conflict as his lips pressed together. I held my breath, a sliver of me wishing he’d say no but then he nodded his approval.

scandal was actually a "Secret Romance." They were rewriting her life again. She felt a familiar tightening in her chest. The "unwell" woman whispered, They are trapping you. They are writing the ending before you’ve even agreed to the beginning. The sliding door opened. Liam and Ethan tumbled in, smelling of wind and ocean. "Look!" Ethan shouted, holding up a piece of green glass. "Emeralds! From the dragon's hoard!" "Beautiful," Aurora said, forcing a smile. "Go wash your hands, baby. We have to leave soon."

A low, dangerous laugh that made my skin prickle. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time. Now I see why Torren picked you. He always did love broken things.” That was it. Thena’s fist shot out so fast I didn’t even see the wind-up. The crack of skin against skin echoed in the quiet corner of the hospital lot. Saela stumbled back, clutching her cheek, eyes wide. “You bitch!” Saela screamed, charging forward. Thena caught her by the hair and slammed her head against the hood of a parked car. The sound made me flinch, but Thena didn’t stop. She yanked Saela back by her dress and shoved her down hard onto the pavement.

Omar smirked, the girl surely did know how to anger someone and find trouble. "You! You insolent little brat!" Aazim growled. "You will most definitely pay for this!" Mariam picked up her sword and held it firmly in her right hand, looking at Aazim with a look of defiance she spoke. "Shall we Aazim? Go one round, just the two of us? Let us find out who will pay for what." Aazim raged even more. "You will learn to be tamed. I will tame you myself! And ohh I will enjoy every bit of it!" He looked at the man closest to him. "Bring that girl to me right now!"

Liam stood frozen, his face a pale mask of confusion and dawning horror, taking in the impossible scene: Elara, alive and defiant; me, a terrifying ghost of anger; and Aunt Cordelia, holding a ritual dagger over the bed. "What... what in God's name is this?" he stammered. "Liam, thank God!" Cordelia cried, her voice shifting seamlessly from fury to panicked victim. "The spirit! It's taken full control of Elara! This is a trick, a vile illusion! We must complete the ritual now, before it's too late!" Elara looked from Liam's lost expression to Cordelia's triumphant, sneering face.

Aether’s final words echoed across the realm: “Balance is no longer vertical.” The seam in the sky widened further— And something vast shifted behind it. Not heaven. Not hell. Not even Aether. Something older than realms. Watching. Measuring. Awakening. The city fell silent. The horizon fractured into glowing lines. And somewhere, far beyond her sight— One of the new awakenings screamed. And the scream did not sound human.

“Lotus is nice and is the one who has been the longest with Alpha Warrick. She is also Victor’s mother.” So then that means that Jasmin must be Skye. “Jasmin. She is young and eager to please in all the wrong ways.” As she talked all this time, she never ripped her eyes from the scenery outside, until now, when she turns to me. “I’ve heard of your mother. Dahlia—or Cassiopeia. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to meet her. She was Alpha Warrick’s true mate. When he felt her die, I was told that was the only time he acted out of character. He retreated to his room for weeks. He thought you had died too.”

Zavian quickly slammed the link between him and his entities except Aetherion shut and returned his focus to the situation at hand. With that, Aetherion burst through the smoke and flames like a meteor, his midnight scales absorbing the firelight, making him look like a piece of the void itself given form. His mighty wings created windstorms that fanned the flames below as he descended with devastating roar that shattered the night. The effect was immediate. The spell the witches had been weaving unraveled, snapping back with violent force. Blood poured from their eyes, ears, mouths as their own power turned against them. The women screamed agony, their concentration broken by the sudden app